Yesterday morning during the hectic school/work prep routine, Matt appeared in our bathroom. "One of my bottom teeth is sticking out funny, Mom." My immediate reaction is that it's from all the thumb sucking, but then it dawns on me that this can't be that far off from when KK started losing hers. I feel around in there and sure enough there's a wiggly little tooth down there. When I confirm it, his faces gleams with pride. Not thirty minutes later I'm dropping him off at school he juts out his lower jaw and asks me if the tooth is still in there. It was.
Today we discovered that not only is there one loose tooth, there are two! The two bottom center are on their way out.